This afternoon, Yingjiao, who has always lived a delicate life and doesn't even smell greasy on his body, took a half-bald mop borrowed from the restaurant and cleaned up the oil stains on the floor with all his strength.
Not only did he not feel disgusted at all, but there was always an unconcealable smile on his face.
Jing Ji wanted to follow, but he stopped him.
"You still need to do this little thing?" Yingjiao dipped the mop into the bucket and rinsed it, then raised his eyebrows: "You don't believe in my physical strength?"
"No." Jing Ji quickly explained: "Hurry up, two people."
"Are you in a hurry to go home?" Yingjiao chuckled, "It's not impossible."
He leaned close to Jing Ci's ear and whispered, "Just charge me."
Jing Ci was taken aback, charging? How to charge
"Say something about brother Yingjiao or husband cheering on."
Jing Ci turned his head unnaturally and ignored him.
Yingjiao suppressed a smile, and nudged him lightly with his elbow: "Stand aside, don't delay my work, or I will really prove my physical strength to you when I get home later."
Jing Ci was a little sweet in his heart, but also a little bit embarrassed, and silently retreated to the back.
It's just after lunch, and this is the most leisurely time in the restaurant. The aunts who picked vegetables and washed dishes in the back kitchen sat outside chatting in twos and threes.
Yingjiao is good-looking, with a tall and straight figure, which provoked several aunts to keep looking at him and whispering.
"What is this boy doing?"
"Just now his friend spilled oil on the ground, and he's cleaning it up."
"Oh, such a caring young man is rare these days."
"Who said no."
"Looks good. I haven't felt tired after bending over for so long. This physical strength and waist strength are good."
Several aunts looked at each other and laughed knowingly.
Jing Ci, who was listening to the conversation from the beginning to the end, thought of something, and his expressionless face turned red a little bit.
After packing everything, Yingjiao first took a photo of the mop and bucket, then returned the tools, and boarded the subway with Jing Ci.
Although it's not commute time, there are still no free seats on the subway.
Ying Jiao leaned against the door, asked Jing Ci to stand beside him, took out his mobile phone and opened the small group with He Porridge and the others—
[Proud]: [picture]
He Porridge and the others had just finished a round of games, and they were sitting on the ground drinking happy fat house water. Hearing the phone ringing, he clicked on WeChat.
Zheng Que zoomed in on the picture, and took a closer look: "What did Brother Jiao take this picture? Did he do volunteer work with Brother Ci?"
"Isn't it?" He Porridge didn't understand: "Aren't they going home to do their homework?"
Peng Chengcheng spit out a word expressionlessly: "Xiu."
Zheng Que didn't believe it: "How beautiful is this thing? Old Peng, you have been bitten by snakes for ten years and are afraid of well ropes."
Peng Chengcheng glanced at him indifferently and stopped talking.
Zheng Que bowed his head and typed—
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: Brother Jiao, what are you doing
[Proud]: Blind? Can't you see that it's full of my happiness
[Your uncle of the He family]:? ? ? You are sick? ?
[Zheng Que is incorrect]: I just saw the mop and the bucket! !
[Peng Chengcheng]:…
[Jiao]: This is evidence that Jing Ci fought for me.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Fighting? A good student like my brother will fight? I believe your evil!
[Jiao]: Can he be the same in front of me as he is in front of you
[Jiao]: Forget it, it doesn’t make sense to you singles, I’ll resign with Jing.
[Your uncle of the He family]: Wait! Can you not show us? ! We don't have time and don't want to listen, okay? !
[Jiao]: Jealousy makes people ugly. You have nothing to do during the day and nothing to do at night. Why don’t you have time
[Your uncle of the He family]: Shit, get the hell out of here! ! !
Zheng Que looked up to the sky and sighed, then turned to Peng Chengcheng: "Old Peng, the bull is still your bull."
Peng Chengcheng took a sip of Coke expressionlessly, hiding his achievements and fame.
On the subway, Yingjiao put away his phone after showing off, turned his head to look at Jing Ci, his eyes softened involuntarily.
Sometimes he really wants to announce to the world that such a good scene is his.
It was probably the best decision he ever made in his life to tease Jing Ci because he was too bored and curious.
Sensing his gaze, Jing Ji raised his head and met his gaze.
The corners of Jing Ci's lips curled up for a moment, but finally he couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
Looking at him, Yingjiao felt his heart go limp, and he laughed too.
After the two returned home, without wasting any time, one occupied one end of the big desk and worked on the questions separately. Until 10:30 in the evening, I took a shower and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, Jing Ci had a dream again.
Still in that university, his head hurt so badly that he almost fainted. In the haze, someone maliciously whispered in his ear: "Don't worry about dying, from now on, everything you have is mine, including Yingjiao."
Win pride... win pride!
Jing Ci opened his eyes in a cold sweat, until he groped to grab Yingjiao's hand under the quilt, and he felt a little more at ease in his heart.
What exactly is going on? Jing Ci's drowsiness disappeared completely. Like last time, he didn't think it was just a simple dream.
In the darkness, Jing Ci stared at the ceiling, and couldn't help but think that Yuanchen died from being hit on the head with an iron rod, and that he in the dream... seemed to have died from a headache too.
Everything is about the head.
Jing Ci's heart suddenly beat wildly.
From childhood to adulthood, his subconscious protection and emphasis on the head is really just because he has heard too much chicken soup from the dean, is he going to rely on this head to change his fate
Jing Ci felt cold all over, and couldn't help leaning against Yingjiao. Zhengxiang, who was sleeping in Yingjiao, didn't even open his eyes, but subconsciously stretched out his arms to hug him, as if he had done it a thousand times skillfully.
As a result, the temperature on Jing Ci's body gradually returned, and those messy dreams and thoughts were all left behind.
He clings to Yingjiao and falls asleep at some point.
The next morning, Jing Ji and Ying Jiao still got up, ate and studied according to the school schedule.
Although he still had that dream in his heart, he didn't look different on the surface until Yingjiao went to the balcony with his cell phone which was ringing constantly.
He had never shy away from calling himself before, Jing Ji's pen tip did not fall down, thinking uncontrollably.
Whose phone is that? Is there anything I can't hear
I just had a dream that someone wanted to win the pride with him, and now this kind of thing happened...
Over there, Yingjiao had no idea that Jing Ci was thinking too much. He closed the balcony door and pressed the answer button: "Uncle Yao."
A few minutes later, Yingjiao, who had agreed on everything, came back.
"I'm going out to do some errands." He put one hand on the table and leaned over to look at Jing Ci: "Is there anything you want to eat? I'll bring it back for you."
"No." Jing Ji put down his pen, was silent for a while, and said softly, "What's the matter?"
Yingjiao was taken aback.
Jing Ji never asked about him in detail, so he didn't think of excuses. In a hurry, I had to say: "Isn't Zheng Que living in my house now? Suddenly something went wrong with the door lock, and the property owner asked the owner to come over."
He is lying.
Jing Ci immediately realized that something was wrong, no matter whether the caller was the property owner or Zheng Que, there was no need to go out to answer the call.
He didn't expose Yingjiao, nodded and said: "Okay."
Yingjiao was in a hurry to see Yao Ruicheng, but he didn't notice anything unusual. Wen Yan reached out to rub his hair, went to the bedroom to get a plastic bag, turned around and went out the door.
Jing Ci looked down at the desktop, and after a while, changed to a set of math papers and began to frantically brush up the questions.
Yingjiao and Yao Ruicheng make an appointment to meet in the Vientiane City, and pick up the things he ordered before.
When he arrived at the appointed coffee shop, Yao Ruicheng was typing on the screen with his computer on, with a meticulous expression on his face.
"Uncle Yao." Yingjiao greeted him, and sat down opposite him: "Are you busy?"
Yao Ruicheng closed his notebook and smiled: "Yeah, I still find time to see you after being so busy, you know how kind I am to you."
He didn't mention the gift of real estate, but looked around and saw that there was no one there, so he said, "Who are you and that? Are you serious?"
Yingjiao frowned, took a sip of the milk tea that Yao Ruicheng ordered for him, and said, "His name is Jing Ci, the scene of the scene, the speech of Chu Ci."
"I was the one who chased him first, and he was so entangled that he couldn't help it, so he agreed to be nice to me."
Yao Ruicheng was dumb, he didn't need to ask any more, he already knew the answer.
This is not only serious, it is almost airtight.
"You said you're fine... why do you suddenly like men?"
Yingjiao didn't speak.
Jing Ci is so good, isn't it a matter of course to like him, it's not normal not to like him.
Yao Ruicheng sighed: "Are you sure you want to go one way? Then you will have no future."
Yingjiao glanced at him and smiled.
Yao Ruicheng was inexplicably looked at by him: "What's wrong?"
"Uncle Yao," Yingjiao put down the milk tea in his hand, and said lazily, "Are you Enke from the Qing Dynasty?"
Yao Ruicheng was taken aback for a moment before realizing that he was mocking his feudalism. She scolded him with a smile, stopped flirting with him, and started talking about the gift of real estate.
"Which house do you want to give him...Jing Ci? Have you brought all the information I told you before today?"
"Well, I've brought it, you have a look." Yingjiao put the plastic bag on the table: "It's the one near our school, it's too far away and it's inconvenient for him to go there, and it's also close to where I live now."
"Okay." Yao Ruicheng checked all the relevant documents, and found that there was nothing missing or missing. Also in the mood to make a joke, he picked up Jing Ci's ID card and looked at it carefully, and said with a smile, "He's quite handsome."
Yingjiao chuckled, and when he mentioned Jingci, his whole face softened: "He's not photogenic, he looks better in real life. Don't you know, he's also very good at studying..."
In the following time, Yao Ruicheng extremely regretted his quick talk. Because Yingjiao tugged at him, he talked for more than half an hour about how obedient and kind Jing Ci was, and how sincere he was to him.
In the end, Yao Ruicheng even knew that Jing Ji liked Yangzhi Ganlu.
Are contemporary young people so scary when they fall in love
Yao Ruicheng put a blank face, and seemed to escape from the cafe. He secretly swore in his heart that at least for this period of time, he never wanted to see Yingjiao again.
After another show of affection, Yingjiao was in a good mood, went to fetch the ordered things, bought two more boxes of duck tongues along the way, and then returned home.
"Take a break and study again." He walked to the study, pulled Jing Ci to the sofa in the living room and sat down: "I bought duck tongue, let's eat some first."
Jing Ci let out a "hmm".
Yingjiao tore off the film of the packaging box, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jing Ci sitting obediently next to him, looking like he was waiting to be fed. Feeling very itchy in my heart, I suddenly hissed while holding back my bad intentions.
"What's wrong?" Jing Ji immediately turned to him.
"Peppers burst into eyes when tearing off the package." Yingjiao covered one eye and frowned.
It's not a trivial matter for peppers to get into your eyes, Jing Ji immediately became anxious: "Let me see."
He stood up, bent down and held Yingjiao's wrist, coaxing him softly: "Don't block it, let me see."
Yingjiao slowly put down his hand, and Jing Ci immediately moved over.
At this moment, Yingjiao suddenly held his face in his hands, raised his head and kissed him heavily on the lips.
Jing Ci was stunned, and then realized that he was pretending.
Lied to him again.
Jing Ci pursed his lower lip, let him go and sat aside.
"Angry?" Ying Jiao laughed, and moved to Jing Ci's side: "You won't let me kiss you?"
Jing Ci didn't speak.
"I was wrong, okay?" Yingjiao has a thick skin, and he is familiar with apologizing: "I'm sorry, you are too cute, I couldn't hold back for a while."
Jing Ci's heart was a little sweet and a little sour.
He tried to convince himself not to be affected by the dream. Yingjiao treats him so well, he shouldn't doubt him. Although they are in a relationship, they should also have a little secret from each other.
"Baby," Yingjiao saw that his expression was not right, and raised his chin to take a closer look: "Are you really angry?"
"No." Jing Ji felt that he was hypocritical, he raised his eyes to look at Yingjiao, and repeated: "I'm not angry."
Yingjiao made an inch of progress, his eyes fell on Jing Ci's lips, and he whispered: "So is it a kiss?"
Jing Ji's cheeks were hot, no matter how many times he heard Ying Jiao say this, he was still a little embarrassed.
"Speak, will you let me go or not?"
Jing Ci nodded.
Yingjiao couldn't hold back during this time, and had been desperately holding back. He can make up a blockbuster movie with just one look from Jing Ci, let alone his obedience.
Forgot about the duck tongue or something, Yingjiao gently pushed Jing Ci down on the sofa, and leaned forward to kiss her.
The shortness of breath intertwined, the ambiguous sound of water stains sounded in the air, and the surrounding temperature was getting higher and higher...
Jing Ci's eyes widened suddenly, and when Yingjiao's lips were about to fall, he stretched out his hand and pushed him.
"What's wrong? Baby." Yingjiao's voice was hoarse, and he looked down at him.
The two of them were so close together that Jing Ci immediately sensed his physical reaction.
"You..." Jing Ci's cheeks were flushed, and he turned his head slightly: "...get up."
Yingjiao straightened his waist and slammed into Jing Ci's body, putting his hands on his waist: "Think I'm hard?"
Now Jing Ci's neck was red.
It's all... so obvious...
"It's not hard." Yingjiao suddenly smiled coquettishly, and under Jing Ji's unbelievable gaze, he took his hand: "If you don't believe me, touch it."